Tessa did not have an amazing night in Jem's room. Maybe it was the oddity of sleeping in someone else's bed, maybe it was the events of the past few weeks, but she had the strangest dreams she'd had in a long time. From the moment her head hit the pillow she seemed to go into a fog, which gradually developed into a scene. She was in an old house, desperately hunting for a pink hair ribbon. An old woman called to her, wearing a forced smile, and tried to lead her into a room with kind words, promising she would give Tessa a broken vase. Tessa protested; she did not want a broken vase, she needed a parasol, with spiked edges, to stab Gabriel with. The old woman had laughed at her perfectly reasonable request, which utterly bewildered Tessa, before pulling off her cloak to reveal that she had no body, only a head. But dream Tessa couldn't scream. The dream moved sharply and suddenly Nate was before her, chained to a chair, demanding that she give Aunt Harriet chocolates and set the curtains on fire, while Will, beside him, danced on a table singing a song about chicken pox. She woke up, startled, and in a cold sweat, to the sound of someone sawing at a phantom violin.

A trickle of sweat ran down her face as she gasped, looking around her and taking in the blank room, almost empty room. For a moment she panicked. Where was she?

The door flew open. Tessa let out a scream.

Jem knocked into the desk beside the doorway at her in surprise, cursing, before looking at her, eyes wide with alarm.

He stood there for a second. "I didn't mean to startle you," he said, looking bewildered.

"No-" Tessa gasped, catching her breath, staring at him with wide eyes. "I had just- Forgotten where I was-" She cut off, looking at his face. He wore a light blue button up, with several buttons misplaced as though it was put on in a hurry, his hair mussed up as if with sleep, and, it might've been the light, but the bags under his eyes looked much less defined. Through his shock, he looked exhilarated.

"What's happened?" she asked immediately, staring at him, sliding out of the bed. "Were you coming to tell me something?"

He glanced down at her outfit quickly (his shirt, much too baggy on her, and her jeans, which she couldn't bring herself to sleep without in someone else's bed) before meeting her eyes once more with urgency. "Yes. I did. I promise I wouldn't have barged in otherwise." He paused glancing around the floor searchingly. "I forgot you didn't have any things. Is there a way to get them from your house?"

Tessa looked at him exasperatedly. "I don't know and I can't say unless you tell me what this is about."

Jem's face split into a grin. "We're leaving. Today. Will finally gave in."

Will stood beside Magnus next to the checking counter, beat up suitcase leaning against his calf. Magnus hummed the same three notes over and over in a cheerful tone, rocking back and forth on his heels, seeming determined to ignore Will's glare aimed at the side of his head.

"Must you make that noise?"

Magnus glanced sideways at Will. "I don't see you coming up with a better way to pass the time."

Will simply turned his gaze to the sliding doors that marked the entrance to the airport.

He was, in all actuality, not actually in a bad mood. He didn't quite know how he felt. It was as though he was in limbo, neither here nor there. He wasn't letting his thoughts drift where they might without his active intervention, with the letter burning a hole in his pocket. Will had changed that night.

He had read that letter so many times the words had come to be complete gibberish to his eyes. His bedroom had felt like a prison cell, as he was forced by his own mind to contemplate Magnus' words, what they might mean. He, William Herondale, born in a different time. A different time? What was a different time? His mind went to his strange urge to pull on suspenders, the sudden jump from a world of foggy memories to the vividly confused one he was trapped in now. Last night, he had read the signature at the bottom of the letter once more, the outline of its swirling lettering burning against his eyelids as he closed them before the glow of his desk lamp. He had taken a breath, rolling onto his back from where he lay on his mattress, and had let his mind loose.

He saw himself, not a boy in jeans but a man, in coat tails, a silk hat, holding out a hand to a girl in long skirts, hair done up tight. He saw him take her into his arms with daring he could only imagine- begin to dance across the floor. To waltz. What had begun as an imaginative daydream was drawing deeper, becoming vivid. He saw green eyes turn to brown, a pale face become flushed, lying awake in soaked trousers, staring up at a dark ceiling, going against his own wishes and letting himself want, so intensely it almost hurt to want, to be able to put his own family ring onto the slim fingers he'd watched so often, and ask her to take his name. His name. What was his name? Herondale. That meant much more than himself. But why? Why? He was more than just Will, he was a part of something else, something more than himself- He opened his eyes. And it was in New York. It was in that letter. It was much more than just loving Tessa once or again or for an infinite time ago, he was something. If this was true. If this was true then he was something more.

And it might've been Will's ego that made him take to this idea, but he did.

He felt very young, fresh, and ready to face the world as he watched those doors, with nothing set in mind except that he did want to know who he was. Anything else could wait. Or so he told himself.

He had the feeling, as Tessa sprinted through the doors with James Carstairs at her heels, that he had once thought she looked beautiful in a red satin dress too large for her, that seemed a world apart from the baggy brown t-shirt she now wore. He had somehow expected her to look changed as well, as though his revelation would've changed the way she looked, instead of leaving her the same Tessa he'd sat with in the hospital days ago.

It took him a moment to register that she was sprinting into the airport with James Carstairs.

Jem caught sight of he and Magnus first, pointing so that Tessa might see too. The two of them dashed over, panting slightly as they stopped. Tessa looked frazzled, Jem looked extremely worn, sweat dotting his brow. Will noted silently that Jem's shirt was done up wrong, as his parabatai gave him a tired smile. Tessa did not look at him.

"We didn't know when you planned to leave," Jem said, panting slightly as he set down the brown briefcase he had been holding. "We came as fast as we could."

Will cocked a brow. "And did what first? Had a tree climbing competition?" He glanced at Tessa briefly. "You have a twig in your hair," he noted, tugging it out of her curls before she could protest. He felt her startled gaze on his face and ignored it.

"Well, you didn't exactly need to rush but thank you for the thought. The plane doesn't leave for two hours," he remarked, glancing at Jem. "And you might want to use that time to button your shirt properly."

Jem flushed slightly before seeming to put this aside. "We haven't decided- What are we doing about school? I don't have this issue but your families-"

"I left my mother a note saying I was leaving," Will said flippantly. "And school can wait for a few days."

Tessa glanced at Will before turning to Jem. "I left a note for my Aunt Harriet telling her I was going to California to meet with my tour manager. She won't be shocked, it's happened before." Will noted the slight bitter tint to her tone. "And before we leave," Tessa continued boldly. "I need to say something. I think Gabriel should come."

Will turned quickly, staring at her wildly. "Why on earth would you want that piece of absolute idiot to come along with us?"

"Will-" She sounded exasperated, as if she'd dealt with him before and was annoyed by it. His temper rose.

"I don't understand why you'd want him."

"He's just as involved in this as we are-"

"No, he isn't, he has the mental capacity of a slug-"

"What on earth has he done to you? You break his arm, you trash his-"

Magnus cleared his throat, causing Will and Tessa, who were suddenly and inexplicably yelling very close to each others' faces, to turn, startled. Some of the passing crowds had turned to stare.

"While I love being ignored by people I am trying to save-" he stressed this word a little hard. "I'd like to get my say. Gabriel Lightwood is involved in this, though it is unlikely he understands it quite as clearly as you all do (which isn't saying very much)," he shot Will a look. "I think if you wanted to call him," he noted to Tessa, staring at his nails, which seemed to be covered in some sort of polish. "That might be wise."

Tessa nodded tersely before pulling out her phone and dialing, walking several paces away as she did so.

"I think," Jem said, sounding slightly concerned. "I'll call my landlady. Tell Tessa if she get backs before me, won't you, Will?"

Will simply nodded, his eyes on Tessa, a hot, angry feeling tugging in his throat.

As Jem turned and walked away he felt a tug on his elbow.

He turned.

"Careful, Will," said Magnus, glancing at him with a tired expression. "You don't understand what you think you do."

"I think I understand plenty," he said darkly, though knowing, deep down as he watched Tessa glance at him worriedly from around her phone, he understood nothing.

Hey guys! Thanks so much for keeping updated with LIT! So basically, Will doesn't understand what he thinks he does and you might not either because his emotions are a little confused if you can't tell, and so are Tessa's. The only one who really knows what and why they want is Jem and that's for obvious reasons. Comment if there's anyone or thing you'd like to see! Keep watching for updates!